“I’m not a good woman. With the last glimmer of decency he had sent the daughter to his sister. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky.
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